The Petal

When a petal softly falls into a mirroring river it flats gently under branches and over rocks gliding ever onward where goes this petal? what does it see? Does it notice the children who pick wildflowers and twine them into garlands of spring Does it notice the lovers who smile with their eyes, a honeymoon's bliss Does it notice the widow who scrapes her porch the broomstick's thistles scraping the wood Does it notice the garden of stones of people remembered only by name now forgotten No, the petal only soldiers on unaware of the people around it for what is one petal, drifting in a stream?